General Grievous Tattoo Novels & Stories

Picking up my glass, I lightly sipped my alcohol, the stinging liquid coursing through my body. “We have, huh?” I said, putting my glass down with an intensity that made some of the stuff spill out. “Look at these pictures. Notice their hands. They all have the same tattoo on their hands… like the head of a cat or lizard. That must mean something. Find out the mafioso faction or any group with these types of tattoos and get back to me.” “Yes, boss,” he said, standing. He bent to pick up the pictures but I stopped him.

I thought, my plan last night was under the collarbone, but when I remembered your tattoo on the woman in Tagaytay, I really liked it. "Hm .. just like you." I said. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Outer shoulder?" I nodded. "Does that hurt?" "No. It hurts more in the neck." I was left behind. Maybe I'm just there in the design studio buying, I can't think of anything yet e. I just want to. And I will not cover my scar. "Where else is it that doesn't hurt?" "Fingers, arms, lips, thigh .. they say." My eyes narrowed. "They said?"

“I need to see Jackson's widow, I can’t be seen not to care.” “They know you care. This will only take a minute.” Downing my whiskey I smacked my lips at the burn. “One of the guys who tried to kill Genevieve has been interrogated. Of the men I have killed all had a collection of tattoos. Strange purple shields, top of the arm? Seems to indicate some kind of training or achievement?”

Tristian points out reasonably and As I think about it, I can’t help but see that he just might be right. There are indeed thousands of people with the same tattoo, same spot. The last thing I want to do is to jail an innocent person. I know how that feels like. Thinking more about that, eve marigold has that same tattoo. Same spot as that’s quite a popular spot for that type of tattoo. I’m not saying it’s marigold in the frame as she’s obviously a female but what if the person is one of her holigan friends and the tattoo is somewhat a symbol of their friendship bond?

Christian landed on an intricate tribal motif. I stood in silence, captivated by the buzz of the tattoo needle as Tig got to work. Christian’s eyes would flick to me every so often, intense and unreadable. As the design took shape, Genevieve’s name vanished beneath bold lines and swirling detail. When it was done, it looked like it had never been there. Honestly, it looked incredible—sexy against his olive skin in a way that made me want to run my tongue along every curve of it. Tig applied a clear bandage and rattled off the aftercare routine while Christian reached for his shirt.

Gore scratched at his neck, ever since Harlow bit him the other day, he had a burning, itchy sensation in the spot. He didn't understand why, but all he knew was that it was more intense whenever he showered with hot water. "When did you get a tattoo?" Derek ran his finger by Gore's neck. Gore flinched away from him. "Now why in the hell would you even touch me like that?" "Because of the tattoo on your neck."

They were grateful they hadn't provoked him, or they might have been the ones lying on the floor. Frederick lifted the nearly unconscious brute off the ground. "Answer my question. Where'd you get that tattoo?" He was curious because the tattoo was Organization V's symbol, but the brute was just an Aflon Grandmaster, the lowest rank among Savant Grandmasters, making it impossible to be a member of the organization. Nevertheless, Frederick was certain that he must have some connection with the organization. The brute, bloodied and trembling, begged for mercy. "Please spare me! It's from a notorious serial killer of women—Ripper. I thought it looked cool, so I got one too."

They looked at the upper side of his chest and they could see a tattoo of a Horse drawn in it. The second man knelt on the floor and placed a hand on the tatto as he examined it carefully. “Eden, this could smell danger” he said as he raised his head to look at Eden who was staring at them impatiently “The only danger i can see here is you beating around the bush” he said with a strong tone “I’ve been a gangster for the past twenty five years and i can tell where this tattoo came from” he said “Spill it!” he yelled impatiently

"What kind of tattoos? Do you remember anything about their appearance?" The soldier's pale lips tremble, his gaze distant yet focused. "I... I couldn't see clearly," he confesses, frustration tainting his weak voice. "The chaos... the darkness... but I'm certain. They all had tattoos. A mark of some sort on their wrists."

When they rode down from the shockwave sweet delirium of their pleasure, Aiden picked up the tattoo machine sitting idly in the table before them and waved it in front of Kate. Smiling she said. “I want it drawn here.” Aiden dragged his eyes down to what Kate was gesturing for him to see. Kate flipped her Tshirt up, baring her stomach for him to see. She knew other pornstars had their Brazzers emblem drawn on parts of their skin where people can easily spot them but she doesn’t want it. For the sake of her father and Tiffany and her son, Gabby.